I don't own Teen Titans or A Midsummer Night's Dream, so no one sue me. I'm just a girl who likes to write and has way too much time on her hands.

I sat cross-legged on the roof, reading in the late morning sunlight. When I heard footsteps behind me I put my finger in the page and turned around. When I saw Beast Boy I frowned. I went back to my book as he sat beside me.

"Hey Raven," he said, and his voice sounded eager, as if he were trying to convince me to listen to his latest attempt at comedy.

"Hello Beast Boy." I spoke without looking up, half expecting some stupid prank out of him.

I could feel his eyes on my as he spoke. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Is there anything in particular I can do for you?"

"You could look at me. I was hoping I could talk to you."

"Alright." I put my bookmark in and looked at him. I'd noticed he hadn't made me listen to any of his jokes lately and I'd wondered what was going on. "Does it concern the past few days?"

"Yeah. Raven, didn't you ever wonder why I try so hard to make you laugh?"

"I figured it was because you wanted an audience. So why did you stop?"

"Because I realised that wasn't the way to your heart." I arched my eyebrows and he nodded. "I love you Raven, and I have for a while now. I thought the way to make you see it was to try and cheer you up with corny jokes, but that hasn't worked, so I'm trying something new."

My tone was dark as I spoke. "Beast Boy, you know I have to keep my emotions in check. Do you really think it's a good idea to toy with them?" I stood and headed for the door. When I heard him follow I opened my book again, heading down to the main room.

He kept up with me. "Raven, why won't you believe me? I love you." He sat on the coffee table in front of me.

From the corner of my eye I saw Robin shook his head. "Beast Boy, that joke is not funny."

Cyborg sighed. "Rob, I don't think he's joking."

I finally looked at him. "Beast Boy, you just lost Terra for the second time. Even if you do mean this, how do you think it makes me feel to be the rebound girl?" I asked, tone carefully blank.

Starfire looked between us, confused. "I fear I do not understand. Friend Beast Boy, you wish to win Friend Raven's affections through the basketball?"

"No, Star, 'on the rebound' means you're trying to get over someone by dating someone else." My eyes dropped back to the book as I turned the page.

Beast Boy stood and snatched the book away, not noticing the tendril of black energy spiralling into the page as all the eyes in the room locked on him. "I am not on the rebound! I do love you Raven, but you're too damn scared to let yourself feel anything for me!" He held up the book. "You're always trying to escape into these damned books! But you can't, this is real life, not some story!"

"Give it back." My voice was even, my eyes on the black energy beginning to spin from the pages.

"No. I'm not letting you escape this conversation until you understand that I'm serious!"

"Beast Boy-" I started, but I was cut off as the power began wrapping around us. As we got sucked into the pages I prayed he knew his Shakespeare.

When I felt the power fade I noticed that I was walking with three men I didn't recognise. Two of them, an older man with greying black hair and dark eyes and a boy about my age with blonde hair and blue eyes, seemed to be pretty chummy, so I took a guess that they were Egeus and Demetrius. It took me a moment to identify the green eyes of the boy standing beside me as Beast Boy's. He looked like the average guy now with tan skin and loose brown hair and he wore a white chiton and sandals, just like the other two men. It was when when I looked at myself that I groaned inwardly. My hair was long, curly and black, my skin was pale and creamy, and I wore a blue stola with a purple girdle. Instead of my boots I was wearing flat sandals that tied at the ankle. 'Just great. I'm Hermia, meaning Beast Boy must be Lysander. Why are we Hermia and Lysander?' I looked at Beast Boy, but he didn't seem to notice that this wasn't normal. 'I must be the only one who knows I'm not supposed to be here.'

The older man was visibly upset with me and almost hostile toward 'Lysander'. As we reached a palace I saw a couple and knew what was coming next. Egeus bowed to the couple. "Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!"

The middle aged man, Theseus, smiled at us. "Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?"

Egeus looked at me then back at the duke. "Full of vexation come I, with complaint against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius." He waited for Demetrius to step forward then continued. "My noble lord, this man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander:" 'Lysander', not looking very happy, took a few steps toward the duke. Egeus continued his complaint. "And my gracious duke, this man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child; thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, and interchanged love-tokens with my child: thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, with feigning voice verses of feigning love, and stolen the impression of her fantasy with bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: with cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart, turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, to stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke, be it so she; will not here before your grace consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, as she is mine, I may dispose of her: which shall be either to this gentleman or to her death, according to our law immediately provided in that case."

The duke turned to me. "What say you, Hermia? Be advised fair maid: to you your father should be as a god; one that composed your beauties, yea, and one to whom you are but as a form in wax by him imprinted and within his power to leave the figure or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman."

I was suddenly glad I'd read so much Shakespeare as I said the next line. "So is Lysander."

Theseus nodded. "In himself he is; but in this kind, wanting your father's voice, the other must be held the worthier."

The words began flowing past my lips without my needing to consciously think of them. "I would my father look'd but with my eyes."

"Rather your eyes must with his judgment look."

"I do entreat your grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold, nor how it may concern my modesty, in such a presence here to plead my thoughts; but I beseech your grace that I may know the worst that may befall me in this case, if I refuse to wed Demetrius."

The duke looked serious as he spoke. "Either to die the death or to abjure for ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; know of your youth, examine well your blood, whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, you can endure the livery of a nun, for aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, to live a barren sister all your life, chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood, to undergo such maiden pilgrimage; but earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, than that which withering on the virgin thorn grows, lives and dies in single blessedness."

I sympathised with Hermia as I spoke. "So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, ere I will yield my virgin patent up unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke my soul consents not to give sovereignty."

Theseus shook his head. "Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon-the sealing-day betwixt my love and me, for everlasting bond of fellowship-upon that day either prepare to die for disobedience to your father's will, or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; or on Diana's altar to protest for aye austerity and single life."

The strange young man, Demetrius, took my hand in his. "Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right."

'Lysander' smirked slightly. "You have her father's love, Demetrius; let me have Hermia's: do you marry him."

My 'father' narrowed his eyes. "Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, and what is mine my love shall render him. And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius."

'Lysander''s smirk fell. "I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possess'd; my love is more than his; my fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, if not with vantage, as Demetrius'; and, which is more than all these boasts can be, I am beloved of beauteous Hermia: why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head, made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, and won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry, upon this spotted and inconstant man."

Theseus nodded. "I must confess that I have heard so much, and with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; but, being over-full of self-affairs, my mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; and come, Egeus; you shall go with me, I have some private schooling for you both. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself to fit your fancies to your father's will; or else the law of Athens yields you up-which by no means we may extenuate-to death, or to a vow of single life. Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love? Demetrius and Egeus, go along: I must employ you in some business against our nuptial and confer with you of something nearly that concerns yourselves."

My 'father' nodded. "With duty and desire we follow you." The couple headed away with Egeus and Demetrius in tow leaving 'Lysander' and I alone.

He turned to me, his expression softening. "How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?"

As I spoke I was surprised to realise I was getting emotional. "Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes."

"Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth; but, either it was different in blood,-"

"O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low."

"Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-"

I felt tears fall as I replied. "O spite! too old to be engaged to young." I expected something to blow up or at least glow black, but nothing did. 'I must not have my powers in this reality. Which means I can't send us home.'

"Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-"

"O hell! to choose love by another's eyes."

"Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, war, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, making it momentary as a sound, swift as a shadow, short as any dream; brief as the lightning in the collied night, that, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, and ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!' the jaws of darkness do devour it up: so quick bright things come to confusion."

"If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, it stands as an edict in destiny: then let us teach our trial patience, because it is a customary cross, as due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers."

His fingers wiped away fresh tears. "A good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager of great revenue, and she hath no child: from Athens is her house remote seven leagues; and she respects me as her only son. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; and to that place the sharp Athenian law cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then, steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; and in the wood, a league without the town, where I did meet thee once with Helena, to do observance to a morn of May, there will I stay for thee."

"My good Lysander! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow, by his best arrow with the golden head, by the simplicity of Venus' doves, by that which knitteth souls and prospers loves, and by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, when the false Troyan under sail was seen, by all the vows that ever men have broke, in number more than ever women spoke, in that same place thou hast appointed me, to-morrow truly will I meet with thee."

I heard footsteps as he replied. "Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena."

I looked over as a pretty blond woman came in. "God speed fair Helena! Whither away?"

Helena looked at me, frown on her face. "Call you me fair? That fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: o happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air more tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, when wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching: o, were favour so, yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; my ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, my tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, the rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look, and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."

I shook my head. "I frown upon him, yet he loves me still."

She sighed. "O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!"

"I give him curses, yet he gives me love."

"O that my prayers could such affection move!"

I groaned inwardly, wishing I wasn't having this argument with a stranger. "The more I hate, the more he follows me."

"The more I love, the more he hateth me."

"His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine."

This apparently upset her. "None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine!"

"Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see, seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: o, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!"

'Lysander' interrupted the argument. "Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: to-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold her silver visage in the watery glass, decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, a time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, through Athens' gates have we devised to steal."

I nodded, not wanting to share the details but figuring it was better to go along with the story line for now. "And in the wood, where often you and I upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, there my Lysander and myself shall meet; and thence from Athens turn away our eyes, to seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; and good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight."

'Lysander' nodded and kissed my cheek. "I will, my Hermia."

I left the room, mind spinning. 'Why was I cast as Hermia? This makes no sense.'

Well, please R & R and let me know if I should continue the story. Also, I hope Raven did not come across as a Mary Sue. I tried to keep her from that fate, what with taking her powers and leaving her essentially helpless.